Baby Money - Over Booked lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Over Booked lyrics]
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I can't see the love from these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't
I don't really fuck with these niggas
Turn the stove down, nigga
You might overcook it
They used to overlook me
Now they overbook me every time I do a show
I got soldiers with me
Two hundred racks in all dubs
With a roll of twenties
If I say you got my word, nigga
Hold it to me
I ain't gotta say a word, cuz rollin' with me
One twenty-five on the chop
Thе Glock hold a fifty
Put twenty-five on the opp
Hе better pray we miss him
He ain't see it comin'
He try to talk pape' with me
And he ain't seen a hundred
They see me damn near at the top
They should've seen me comin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a seal
If you seen me runnin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a mil'
If you seen me rushin'
Make a twenty before twelve
Eatin' Egg McMuffins
We call it tryna feed our family
They callin' it hustlin'
Niggas fall for anything
I ain't fallin' for nothin'
Askin' for prices, but ain't coppin'
You callin' for nothin'
I see it in these niggas' face
They mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape'
I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek
That's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static
'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these
Niggas 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation
'cause he might crumble
I think these niggas think I'm pussy
Ain't no more humble
I think these niggas think I'm
Rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money
Fuck a discussion, bitch, I'm bustin'
I ain't tryna talk
Put mink floors in that foreign
I ain't tryna walk
Log a nigga out his life like he signin' off
Them big L's make a nigga gotta grind it off
We came from nothin'
So a little bit is fine with us
Get ten 'bows and a Draco, you sign with us
Shit, I was layin' in the
Mud and started climbin' up
And they was runnin' with the torch
Now they time is up easy money
I see it in these niggas' face
They mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape'
I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek
That's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static
'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these
Niggas 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation
'cause he might crumble
I think these niggas think I'm pussy
Ain't no more humble
I think these niggas think I'm
Rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money
I can't see the love from these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't
I don't really fuck with these niggas
Turn the stove down, nigga
You might overcook it
They used to overlook me
Now they overbook me every time I do a show
I got soldiers with me
Two hundred racks in all dubs
With a roll of twenties
If I say you got my word, nigga
Hold it to me
I ain't gotta say a word, cuz rollin' with me
One twenty-five on the chop
Thе Glock hold a fifty
Put twenty-five on the opp
Hе better pray we miss him
He ain't see it comin'
He try to talk pape' with me
And he ain't seen a hundred
They see me damn near at the top
They should've seen me comin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a seal
If you seen me runnin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a mil'
If you seen me rushin'
Make a twenty before twelve
Eatin' Egg McMuffins
We call it tryna feed our family
They callin' it hustlin'
Niggas fall for anything
I ain't fallin' for nothin'
Askin' for prices, but ain't coppin'
You callin' for nothin'
I see it in these niggas' face
They mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape'
I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek
That's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static
'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these
Niggas 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation
'cause he might crumble
I think these niggas think I'm pussy
Ain't no more humble
I think these niggas think I'm
Rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money
Fuck a discussion, bitch, I'm bustin'
I ain't tryna talk
Put mink floors in that foreign
I ain't tryna walk
Log a nigga out his life like he signin' off
Them big L's make a nigga gotta grind it off
We came from nothin'
So a little bit is fine with us
Get ten 'bows and a Draco, you sign with us
Shit, I was layin' in the
Mud and started climbin' up
And they was runnin' with the torch
Now they time is up easy money
I see it in these niggas' face
They mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape'
I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek
That's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static
'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these
Niggas 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation
'cause he might crumble
I think these niggas think I'm pussy
Ain't no more humble
I think these niggas think I'm
Rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money